Lyrics : I Really Am Houdini, Though

Yeah, yeah
All the time
Yeah, yeah
All the time, uh
Stop f**kin' playin'
I'll punch you n***as up
Know the vibes
Yeah, so
So, so
All the time
Ayy, so what, so what
Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah

Walked in the spot, hoes like;
"Girl, here comes trouble, them n***as be buggin'"
They know that we thuggin', them strippers in stages
When we in them sections, they see the storm comin'
There's money on the line
I remember days, sellin' dummies for a dime
Whether broke or I'm rich, got a honey on the line
Tell the judge "Suck a d**k", I ain't payin' him a dime, but
Please don't let me get started in this party
Please don't let me make my way to the lot
Preston trunk bucket, it stench up the carpet
Duckin' or runnin', b*t*h, you gettin' shot
I don’t play poker, but I know you bluffin'
We stomp you until your head turn into stuffin'
See that she bad and know that I'm f**kin'
You can get killed over makin' assumptions